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  1. There was a rhythm to every city, if you could hear it through the cacophony of traffic and advertisements, feel it through the thrums and rumblings in the paving stones, loosen yourself to let it carry you through alleyways, up and over walls. It was a dance, a dance of life through a jungle of concrete and bricks, asphalt and cobblestones, steel and glass shining in the morning and evening lights. And during the nights, you could take a boat out to the harbor and see that the very stars themselves had left the sky, clinging to skyscrapers to be led in a waltz through the city that never slept... Were Flying Brick a poet, she could have made a decent living crafting these thoughts and feelings into words for those ponies who could only live through books. But she was not, she was a dancer with a simple voice, who could only touch the sublime through movement, barely scraping by on the bits thrown by ponies brave enough to face the light of the sun intensified by a hot, bright sidewalk. Her hooves, tough and calloused, cared not for the heat of the surface, dancing in the street where the musicians busked. While she could feel the city through her hooves, more often she would dance according to the music being played. Syncing up with her fellow street performers often ended in them getting more pay together, and hey, a mare has to eat. Colored Dark umber and rawer red-orange, the colors of old and new bricks, the Earth pony mare could dance, jump, and flex like few could, in a free flowing movement for a measure, before breaking up into staccato steps, on four hooves and two as if it made no difference. And so she did, pitching an ear to the sky for the next guiding strains of music...
  2. PrinceBlueblood

    Move your hooves to the beat! (ATTN: Alivda, OPEN)

    The pounding of Ruby's base soon became the dominant rhythm guiding Brick's hooves, pulling them across the street as she danced around traffic, at one point taking a standing leap to clear a cab roof, rebounding off to stick the landing in front of her! The stunt prompted a foul look from the cabbie as he drove off, but the audience loved it, tossing bits towards the now-paired up performers. '"More where that come from, tovarich!" The earth pony shot a grin over at the thestral, her tones betraying a far northern origin. She was, as she would put it, "Stalliongrad built, strong like bull!" Not fed well enough these days to bulk out, but the lack of any fat on her showed off lean muscle as well as a textbook. "So, what is next number? Bring the beat!"
  3. "Make way, make way!" Never let it be said that Prince Blueblood didn't have a flair for spectacle and making an entrance. His showiness was often only restrained by an aristocratic sense of dignity. Some occasions, however, were sufficiently large as to overwhelm any hesitation, and this, well... This occasion was as big as the Sphinx the Prince was currently riding on the back of through the cobbled streets of Canterlot. "Behold, Citizens, the great Marvel of the Southern Desert Lands!" The Sphinx's name was Niilavin, and Blue had encountered him while accompanying the Sultana of Saddle Arabia on an archaeological dig. Apparently, one of the old Pharaohs had enchanted the great desert cat, and subsequently petrified him upon his own death. By donning the amulet that had been used control Niil, Blueblood had broken the petrification spell, and become Niil's new master. As the giant cat hadn't yet adjusted to the new norms of civilization quite yet ("No, we don't eat our enemies, we befriend them! Bad boy."), it had been decided that the safest thing to do would be to keep the enchantment going, while the Prince took Niil back to Equestria, more or less to housebreak him. Blueblood being Blueblood, however, he couldn't help but use the opportunity to show off his status. So, taking a few souveniers home to dress himself similarly to a Pharoah of old, he now Paraded down the main streets and squares of Canterlot, showing of his new pet and his new bling to all and sundry. Faust only knew what the papers would make of this...
  4. Earth Writer briefly considered disputing Ice Storm's allegation of 'slander'; that wasn't a term any journalist took lightly. Legally, slander was defined as a defamatory false statement of fact, as distinct from opinion (even wrongheaded) opinion presented as such with reasons for the author coming to it. He had never been guilty of slander against Equestria's rulers or its citizens (dissidents against Heart Stopper were another story). Ultimately, however, he decided to let it pass; it wasn't as if it would be worth her time to prosecute him for damages, and if she sued the Chronicle? No skin off his back anymore. Against her claim of being uninteresting to him, however, he had to speak. Laying out his folder, he picked out a sheaf of note-paper that had been ruined by an ink-spill. Scraps of barely-legible shorthand were visible, enough for Icy to recognize the interview notes. "I knew you wouldn't believe me if I just told you my fountain pen exploded. But without that contextual fact, your conclusions regarding me and my character were off. It's possible that I lacked similar context myself when I wrote that article on the sisters. Part of the reason I wrote so provocatively was in the hopes that somepony would take notice and provide the factual context. Editors print letters from the public for a reason; I never received one that answered my objections to my satisfaction." While Ice Storm may not have written such a reply at the time, she gave it her best go now. The stallion couldn't call himself wholly convinced. "If we lived in a democracy, that argument would be admittedly unanswerable. But isn't the whole point of supporting a monarchy on the public dime for them to lead, rather than follow? Especially when we're all being idiots, as I well know we often are." He shrugged. "Eh, I could argue forever on this or most any position; I'm a veteran of the Veiled Garden debates. But that's a bit beside the point; if you're aim is to solve our security problem with a bit more than love and tolerance, I'll try to restrain myself from pointless gadfly bickering." Finding his teeth starting to chatter, he shuddered. "Um, I'd be glad to go on, but there's a lot-t-t of det-t-tails I collect-ed t-to go through.... Could-d you let-t the room get-t a litt-tttle warmer? Please?"
  5. PrinceBlueblood

    Oh Kitty, what a pity, you don't understand... (Canterlot, OPEN)

    As much as Niilavin said that he admired the way in which Equestria gave dignity to the lower classes, he still had an insufficiently broad definition of those to whom dignity was to be afforded. Of course, it would take some pretty powerful juju on Prince Blueblood's part to overcome the natural hatred between dogs and cats, but for the sake of avoiding mass hysteria, something had to be done. "[Enough of that.]" Blue gave an ineffectual but symbolic bap between his sphinx's ears. "[You shouldn't let your irritations define your actions, that only lets them control you.]" Not exactly an order, so the magic might not compel Niil. But if discipline could be instilled, then the magic would be redundant. *I really ought to see about hiring an obedience school trainer...* Speaking of which, there were the dogs. "Apologies." He dipped his head to Hogo-sha. "He isn't quite... housebroken yet." Was that an unintentional slur to diamond dogs? Or... was Hogo-sha actually a diamond dog? A Changeling? No, they rarely adopted bipedal form. Perhaps a yokai? Was that still insulting? Gah, it was stressful being a diplomat. The anubis newcomer was only complicating the situation. Good grief, had the Prince brought home a nationalist? Shaking his head, and resolving to ignore Niil's little snit, Blueblood addressed the Saddle Arabian canine. "I heard little of his kind; he will grow larger in time, though that will be some years off, sphinxes being quite long-lived. Truth be told... I'm not sure if any yet living remain besides he. I freed him from a petrification curse when accompanying an archaeological dig; he was buried with the pharaoh that had ensorcelled him." He decided against revealing that the amulet was the source of said ensorcellment. Didn't seem like the safest policy to go about leaking that information. "By the way, I don't believe I ever caught your name...?"
  6. It didn't take long for Earth Writer to get a gauge of Ice Storm. True, he'd done his research beforehand, and carried it with him in a stuffed manila folder, but a lot of scattered facts crystalized into a clear picture of the mare, her opinions, and her intentions from the few words she said in opening. Truth be told, the reporter wasn't all that impressed by her reserach; all of that information was published publicly, most of it had his real name in the byline and the headline. Compared to the digging he had to do, it was small potatoes. Still, he had to acknowledge the thoroughness involved; it would make his explanation a little easier to furnish with context. But first, some evident elementary confusion had to be cleared up. Starting with the article he published on the Crystal Faire attack. "Ah, now what you have there is what we in the business call an editorial. Specifically, an opinion column, the sort the Chronicle begin with 'The opinions expressed in this article are those of the author, and do not necessarily reflect the views of the Chronicle etc., etc.' Which context I note has been clipped off, so if you want to talk about propaganda techniques..." He chuckled, unable and frankly unwilling to keep condescension from creeping into his tone of voice. "I was asked to give an opinion on what happened and why. I believed, and continue to believe, that Equestria's historically soft foreign policy made us tempting targets to foreign adversaries, and encouraged excessive complacency at home. This has increased the frequency of attacks, and decreased our preparedness for them. The result, as you said, is the death of hundreds. Like most right-minded citizens, this event disturbed me, and I wished it to not happen again. As I am not a soldier, but a writer, I could only identify the source of the mistaken policy, which must in a monarchy ultimately be the monarchs, and call them out for their wrong decision. I was far from insincere, note how little I cared how much offense I gave to the readership. A propagandist takes more care in such matters. Honestly, though, a change on the sister's part would satisfy me; I'm not out for their overthrow. I would just not dismiss a proposed change in management out of hoof. And honestly, I'm not sure they would, either. But that's another topic." "Now, if you want an actual example of the fine art of propaganda, I recommend my later work." Exchanging the articles with a wry smile, the condecension in his voice morphed into self-deprecation. "Note the care in the chosen verbiage, neutral-sounding adjectives subtly valenced into positive and negative conjugations, making Lady Heart Stopper out to be the Good Mare in every possible confrontation, no matter how tribalist her actual attitude. This implants doubts, but no more than doubts, into the minds of those schooled into integrationism by our history teachers. And through slowly growing doubts larger and larger horseapples can be lodged into the mind, until finally..." He pulled out the last article of his that ever appeared in the Chronicle. "We have this lovely stinker, for which the editor should have been fired along with me for putting into print, I wasn't even pretending to be objective. I think I was drunk, to be honest. She gave good wine. Good stuff all around, hence why I wrote so well concerning her." He took a deep breath. "Well! I wasn't expecting to be that honest with you, but at the end of the day, Truth is your only defense against the facts." On that cue, he lifted the manila folder he brought with him. "So... I'm thinking you'll be wise to respond in kind."
  7. Las Pegasus, and life in general, looked much different from below. That simple fact could so easily be forgotten by the high-status ponies as well as the high-altitude ones, which was why writers of the irreverent bohemian type were laudable and necessary. That, or something like it, would be Earth Writer's answer if you asked him to justify his existence and recent actions. The pony himself looked to be the sort of stallion in need of justification. The tan unicorn's black mane and tail were overdue for a trim, stubble coated his muzzle, and his hat and shirt had a general travelworn and neglected air about them. Life had hit him hard in recent years, that and bad decisions, if Earth was being completely honest. Which wasn't always, these days. Hence the bad decisions. Once, he'd been a star reporter of the Canterlot Chronicle newspaper, traveling the world, seeing the major events up close, and reporting the action to all the ponies back home. But, the influence had gone to his head, leaving him in an unsober state when a powerful foreign mare sought to corrupt his pen for her own interests. The whole sordid scandal left him without his position, or any visible means of support. He took hack jobs, now, little pieces from customers who didn't mind an author whose reputation for honest dealing was shot to pieces. Not the most savory of company, and he well knew that if he kept this up, he wasn't ever going to get out of this morass; it would suck him under like quicksand. Enough cash to not be dependent on those ponies anymore... Desperation of this kind often brought ponies like Earth Writer to this city, but he wasn't here to play the slots. No, he was about to sit at a higher-stakes game than baccarat, with what he hoped was a winning hand, gathered through gumshoe work at docks and shipping ports, late nights at the public archives, and a few bummed rides out with desert barnstormers. Those were flights he'd never forget, though the pictures were amazing... His meager clothing was not enough to suppress the chill from entering Ice Storm's casino. There was something altogether... comic book-y about the aesthetic, but that wasn't uncommon on the Los Pegasus strip. Up through the ice castle our fearless hero went, to confront the princess in her front office. Suppressing his discomfort, knowing full well this conversation wasn't going to be the most pleasant he ever had, he nonetheless put on a polite smile and tipped his hat. "Good morning. I'm Earth Writer, I take it you're familiar with my work?"
  8. PrinceBlueblood

    Oh Kitty, what a pity, you don't understand... (Canterlot, OPEN)

    "[There is one other major difference you are forgetting.]" Blueblood gently reminded Niilavin. "[Your old masters are dead, and we are not. If we say we are superior, that would inspire jealousy of our majesty; if we say we are equals, they see themselves in our majesty. It is wise to allow everypony as much dignity as one can, for if we strip it all away.... well, you remember what happened to your last master.]" That, Blueblood felt, was sufficient catfood for thought, and his sphinx could be safely left to chew on it as he addressed Hogo-sha. "Dignity is granted by how tall you stand, not how wide you rule." A wise, but not unmotivated saying; the Prince's rule not being particularly 'wide' as far as actual power went. "And Niilavin can understand common speech as well as you or I; it is simply that he is not always comfortable with using it. But that is a good question; how large can a sphinx get?" A good question, but again, not an unmotivated one. Right now it was feasible for Niil to live in Blueblood's back garden, if he didn't mind converting the rock patch into a litter box. But if he grew to legendary size? Canterlot could hardly hold up under him! The Prince's worries were compounded as the sphix confided further. "[What, you mean changelings?]" Blueblood still couldn't help that small tingle of fear down his spine, in spite of the fact that half the hive were now multicolored hippie bugs, and the other half were at least following a Chrysalis who was not pursuing an invasion plan. At least, she said she wasn't, being content to run a tropical resort that 'farmed' love. But was Blueblood wise to believe her? Probably not, actually, considering the Queen's known penchant for deception. His eyes scanned the crowd, then the roofs. A useless exercise, for a disguised foe. But, of course, it may all be a false alarm. After all, there were good changelings, and it wasn't only changelings that could shapeshift. Blueblood had met, and befriended, at least one Yokai. "[We are not hostile to all such populations, Niil. Some, yes, but not all. Don't cause panic yet.]"
  9. PrinceBlueblood

    Changeling Times[Private: ATTN: Blueblood]

    Ever the diplomatist, Chrysalis let no other emotion cloud her face, save perhaps a slight, casual air of boredom as she stretched. "Mmm, history, really? We have as little need for that as for tradition. After all, it wasn't very pleasant to experience, and less so to recall. Suffice it to say, I wasn't the first queen, nor was I the only one. I really can't say how long we're supposed to live; no changeling queen ever dies of natural causes. Unless, of course, you count the effects of malnutrition. I plan myself to live forever, talk to me later on how that turns out." With a bit of a hissing chuckle, the Queen got to her hooves. "Enough, we have fed, but you have not. How rude for a hostess! Please, allow me to lead the way to the dining table." She gestured to the guards to open the door wide, as she led them out in a small procession out the door. As she walked, a bit of sway in her hips as much by habit as anything else, the flooring and walls slowly became more bamboo and less chitin, until coming to a room that let in actual sunlight, dappling a table laden with plates piled high with tropical delights! The sweet smell of mangos and pineapples hung in the air, batted hither and thither by the salt breezes.
  10. PrinceBlueblood

    [Age of Heroes] Love and Disdain. Again. [OPEN]

    It was of some relief to know that he wouldn't have to deal with potential psychological disintegration or personality re-writing forever. Altogether, the prospect of being an apprentice was more and more appealing to Blueblood, which he expressed through a grateful smile. As his teacher crafted her disguise in front of him, Blueblood watched with interest, and a bit of frank relief as the wings were ultimately preserved. "Thank you; if I can help in your practice of dexterity, that will at least be something towards paying back everything you're doing for me." That was actually not an irrelevant question; what was Ossia getting out of all of this? A place to stay and cover for her identity, naturally, but that seemed hardly sufficient for what she was willing to invest in this relationship. Was it, perhaps, the Prince himself? The unicorn would certainly be flattered to think that was the case, though perhaps the full implications of that hadn't fully sunken in. It was a bit hard to be contemplative, in any case, in the presence of an alicorn, even a disguised alicorn, that continually brought to his mind her sheer physicality. Just the touch and feel of her musculature was a unique sensation in and of itself; and Blueblood couldn't help but infuse his caress with a bit of reverence. They had to break for now, but he would gladly lead her upstairs, to his manor and the bath, where no doubt some closer acquaintanship would be developed. In the meantime, no harm giving her a good view of himself. "Alright then! Just into the elevator here..." The doors slid open, cracks in the rock parting to reveal a fairly lush scarlet interior; a portal to a much brighter future, the Prince couldn't help but think.
  11. PrinceBlueblood

    Oh Kitty, what a pity, you don't understand... (Canterlot, OPEN)

    Was it a bad sign that the first citizens to welcome their new feline wonder were canine? Prince Blueblood sincerely hoped not; he had neglected to ascertain Nilaavin's opinion of dogs. Nevertheless, he waved down at Hogo-sha from his perch, keenly aware of other eyes from the rooftops. "Greetings, sir! I see from your garb and bearing you are a dignitary; it is good to see I was home in time to meet you!" Homecoming or not, the diplomatic work was never done. However, housebreaking his new cat would have to take first priority. "[We are first amongst equals, not gods amongst mortals. Auntie will be very upset if she catches you talking like that.]" Could Auntie Celestia actually understand Nil's ancient language? Probably, actually; she had lived for just long enough to have conversed with its last living speakers. Well, second-to-last, now. All that being said... Blue had pretty much given up by now correcting Nil's impression as to his own power levels. Modern magic was quite a strange power, compared to what the ancients could muster. Plus, actually getting the sphinx to shape up would take every bit of authority the unicorn could muster...
  12. PrinceBlueblood

    Changeling Times[Private: ATTN: Blueblood]

    The deal-cutting done for now, Chrysalis began to switch to another mode, one that she enacted more often in her "Island Queen" disguise; that of the generous hostess. Generous in accommodation, knowledge sharing, and of her beauty in general. Of course, this was more than mere courtesy; charm could smother suspicions yet unvoiced from their previous conversation, after all. "Why, certainly! Though, I have to admit what we are now is rather different from what we used to be. We're a very adaptable species, and while we don't have a lot of native traditions, aside from due reverence and obedience to the Queen," She preened a bit at the remark before continuing, "That in fact allows us to adapt flexibly to whatever circumstance we face." The queen gave a light laugh at the mention of physiology. "My, my, that's a rather forward request, wouldn't you say? Not that I mind..." She leered at the pair, before laughing again. "As for ethnicity, well, there's not much to say. We're all one color and kind, or at least we were until recently." The sour look didn't linger on her face, but would have been obvious to all observers nonetheless.
  13. PrinceBlueblood

    Berry Punch and the Quest for the Crystal Goblets! (OPEN)

    Catching Tiger's whistle with a wink, Berry did another small sashay. "I wouldn't mind staging that little contest, if you've got the bits to pay the hosting fees. Neutral ground, as its in my bar, and not yours. Just remember, you break it, you buy it!" That sort of thing did constitute a risk for her, a greater risk than she would normally consent to, but at this point, anything that could potentially drive business was worth a shot. Plus, couldn't hurt to have a handsome stallion and a striking mare about the place, eh? Speaking of... Pinkie had a very interesting suggestion. "I thought sponsorships worked the other way, with the businesses offering to put their logos on the uniforms and such in exchange for paying the athlete. I think its called an 'endorsement' when the athlete gives to the business. That said, I'd love to have Rainbow as an endorser! I could come up with something special for her, let's see... going off her cutie mark coloration... strawberry-blueberry-lemonade? Yeah, that could work!" Struck with inspiration, she immediately bent over to retrieve the bottles to whip up a quick sample. Measuring out by cutie-mark guided instinct, she shook up the three juices in a canister and poured out a bit into a small glass. "Mmm..." She popped and smacked her lips. "Yeah, that's a good base. Might want to see about getting some electrolyte powder, I think she'd like it to be a sport drink, as opposed to a straight fruit punch."
  14. Hope and optimism spring ever eternal in the minds of ponies. At least, that was what must have been so for a mare to run, for years, a wine and grape punch shop smack dab in the middle of cider country. Not that Berry Punch resented the Apple family at all! It was just that she thought there was room enough for all fruits in this town. Enough of her fellow citizens seemed to agree to keep her shop afloat, but not quite enough to make it a success. "Success" being defined as enough to give her little filly the life her mother felt she deserved. Dreams of little Ruby Pinch being Equestria's fifth Princess aside, Berry really did need help to move stock this year. And wouldn't you know it, but a new mare from the Crystal Empire came to town, one skilled in making crafts from crystals! Just the sort of thing needed to showcase her wonderful beverages. It being a slow day at her own shop, Berry felt no shame in shuttering early, and trotting down to the new mare's house, rapping on the door with great expectations...
  15. PrinceBlueblood

    [Age of Heroes] Love and Disdain. Again. [OPEN]

    Blueblood received his teacher's admonition over relics with a wry look. "That assumes that it is only the will of the user controlling the artifact. It's not uncommon for the reverse to be the case. And then where are you, if you can't verify that your thoughts and desires are your own?" A sobering thought for sure, one that may well have caused the Prince pause on his own feelings concerning Ossia. That is, if she hadn't at that point removed her bodysuit, showing off her form in it's full glory! Blue thanked his lucky stars that he had been born a unicorn, for if he had been a pegasus, it would have taken a full half-hour to get his wings tucked back in again! Everything about her form was pushing all his buttons, from the strength evident in her physique, the charm of her large wings, or the mere fact of her height; these all blew any doubts and second thoughts about his future plans straight out the back of his skull. He blinked, unsure of why she had hesitated. "I think you look wonderful!" He blurted out, before realizing that her striking looks may well give them both a bit of trouble when seen in public. "But, yes, you'll want to get into some sort of disguise, I suppose. Er, did you want a hot or a cold bath? I can have either drawn."
  16. Meet Prince Bluey's new kitty! 

     

    1. PyroBlaze

      PyroBlaze

      I was expecting an actual cat... This is good too though.

  17. PrinceBlueblood

    Changeling Times[Private: ATTN: Blueblood]

    There was a slight pause right after Icy set out the details of her offer. Partly this was because Chrysalis had a near-terminal flair for the dramatic, and partly because the Queen's mind was spinning rapidly, attempting to capture all the possible contingencies and align them. *There it is. She's giving me what I want. Can it really be that easy? To have a literal army of infiltrators right in the heart of Equestria's secret line of defense? Sure, one has to sign a non-aggression pact, but since when do these ponies trust me to keep them? Is it because we give good massages? Honestly, I ought to take them over for their own good...* All the justifications for conquest were lined up for their parade, but Chryssie shut them down. Now was not the time, not for a while, given her lack of any capability for such thing... at the present time. Breaking into a sudden grin, she accepted. "Agreed! It is a great pleasure doing business with you. We can arranged the details later, before your departure. But for now!" Stomping her hoof three times on the floor, the door opened to admit two drone servants. "Our guests must be hungry, and it is only fair to bring them a nice fruit salad after feeding vicariously off the happy couple, hm?"
  18. PrinceBlueblood

    Berry Punch and the Quest for the Crystal Goblets! (OPEN)

    Berry smiled at Opal as she asked about the acronym. "Yeah, Strawberry-Orange-Grape-Sugarcane Punch, SOGS! Not the most appetizing of acronyms, I suppose, but GOSS wasn't much better, and OSGS is very hard to get right!" The burgundy mare laughed, turning around to give her tail a shake for her guests while she put away her bottles. Bit of a flirty move, but she was in a good mood, and liked the looks of all her guests. "And I'll be sure to have those barrels ready, Pinks! Hm, 'gives you wings'... that sounds like a pretty good motto, actually, though not sure how it would play with pegasi. They'd probably just make fun of it, until they tasted the punch, of course!" She could almost hear Rainbow Dash asking, "Why do I need some kind of fruity drink to make myself more awesome?" But then the cyan mare would drink it, and- Huh, yeah, that was actually a really good idea for an ad. Berry made a mental note to talk it over with her later. Now that Dashie was a bonafide Wonderbolt, there would probably have to be negotiations and arrangements made to use her likeness. Speaking of which, it seemed that Toboe was open for opportunities, and Berry was a savvy enough businessmare not to let those slip. "Funny you should mention that, but these Glasses come from Opal right here!" She pointed at the Crystal mare with a grin. "Genuine crystal, from an Empire craftsmare! You don't get any better than that, I can tell you. She does custom designs on them, too. I'll bet she could work out something nice for you; maybe a howling wolf, with the howls coming out as a music staff with notes? Be more than happy to supply what'll fill those glasses myself."
  19. PrinceBlueblood

    The Night Watch (Open to anyone)

    Once Earth Writer caught a glimpse of that "dog" peering at him, some inner sense of certainty clicked into place. He knew, he knew that Taira wasn't a real dog... or, at any rate, a normal dog. But, what exactly could he do with that information? It wasn't as if he could prove anything. *I could sell a rumor piece to a trashy tabloid. Not as if I have any pride anymore, and neither do they.* Smiling a little at the prospect of affording groceries at someone else's expense, he got out his notebook to write the outline of his article. "You might meet them sooner than you think." The stallion remarked elliptically to Opal as he wrote.
  20. PrinceBlueblood

    Changeling Times[Private: ATTN: Blueblood]

    Having received expressions of interest from Raven, and promises of names for Icy of those interested in a more... "permanent residence" in her Island Paradise, Chrysalis was feeling rather pleased with herself and her hoofwork. Not that she could take credit for many of the intriguing differences; the previous owner of this dimension, Discord, had quite a lot to do with them. No matter, business called. Resting her chin on crossed forehooves, she stared at Ice Storm with slitted eyes and sphinxlike smile. "Mm, revolutionaries seek to overthrow their country's heirarchies, whereas you seem aimed upon ultimately strengthening them. Returning elites to the 'good old days,' taking matters of national security more into your own hooves... I think 'paramilitarist' would be the best term for you." Swishing her tail, the Queen chuckled, revealing her fangs. "And I am quite well aware of why you would think such measures necessary. If I may speak frankly, I never had any trouble with Equestria's official organs of defense. It was always plucky little mares like you that I couldn't overcome." Tapping her hoof on the bamboo-chitin flooring by her cushion, Chryssie signaled the end of preliminary faffing about. "In any case, it is time we went to the matter more directly. I know that you have gathered resources and organized them, but require ponypower to bring your organization up to full muster. I, on the other hoof, have many changelings hereabouts that... have not taken well to a more peaceable lifestyle. Keeping them in hoof and reminding them not to be hostile to our esteemed guests has proved a challenge, but having a place where they can put their true talents to use would be of great utility to me."
  21. PrinceBlueblood

    The Night Watch (Open to anyone)

    Earth Writer, still unwilling to let go of the last bit of bitterness in his heart, snorted at Fire Walker's reassurance. "Do I now? Well, that's nice. I wish you would inform certain newspaper editors of that fact." He did admittedly feel a little bit of regret after saying that, so his expression softened. "But as they're not offering, I'll take up yours. At least, if a more generous patron doesn't miraculously show up. Artist's dilemma, you understand." He perhaps didn't have the right to invoke the angst of choosing between art and compensation, having already sold out, as it were. Still, things were looking up. "Changelings?" He tilted his head back to look at Opal. "Mm, I don't think so. I mean, the magic might be the same, but from what I was told, their natural form was that of an animal." The thought caused him to take another look at the 'dog' that just walked in, but again the mare took his attention. "And I'm Earth Writer. Nice to meet ya."
  22. PrinceBlueblood

    Changeling Times[Private: ATTN: Blueblood]

    Ah, the good old back-and-forth. Chrysalis felt herself in her element; this was the information game. Each would trade places in this conversation, each trying to get more information out of the other, without tipping their own hooves as to how much they knew. Or, so at least the Queen still felt in her heart of hearts. As transactional as her new foreign policy was, she still couldn't help but think of equine interactions as zero-sum. Nonetheless, she put on as pleasant a smile as she could without actually using any changeling magic. "Indeed? I hope you wouldn't mind giving me a list; the mortgage for a place here is... very long term, but I wouldn't mind opening a realtor office." She hummed with amusement, swishing her tail once again. Her eyes followed Ice Storm's orbs as the blue mare continued. While more a specialist in emotions than artifacts, she knew great magic when she saw it. "Hmm..." She tapped her chin, pondering just how much she ought to reveal this time. "I can't tell you how I came by my information, precisely, but I don't think my general methods are all that secret anymore. As to why I called you here, well. I take it upon myself to keep at least one pair of eyes on powerful ponies, and you, my dear, have been accumulating power at a quite unusual rate. And I don't just mean those orbs of yours." She pointed a hoof, almost dismissively, at Icy's necklace. "No, you've accumulated a great deal of social power as well. Expanding your business interests, forcing yourself into the Canterlot elite scene, and getting on very well with certain of the royalty." She gave a low, throaty chuckle. "Now, I've never yet seen a mare amass that much power that quickly without some intention or agenda of use. From what I know of your sympathies, you're not a revolutionary, and you have a great deal of, shall we say, empathy for the plight my Hive has been in, historically. So, I feel as if I ought to satisfy my curiosity, and scope out a potential opportunity..."
  23. PrinceBlueblood

    [Age of Heroes] Love and Disdain. Again. [OPEN]

    "The classics generally are so for a reason." Blueblood remarked, as he stowed away his most precious relic in the special velvet-lined box reserved for it. He lingered a bit before closing it shut, with a little more emphasis than was necessary. *Machina was right... this transformation will eat at my identity if I let it. But it synergizes so well with with my plans and other relics...* There was a risk of losing himself, but what was the alternative? Remaining a practically powerless pretty-pony. No; whatever came of this, Blueblood would persevere until he, or she, commanded their due respect... But the Prince still had a ways to go before then, judging by Ossia's appraisal. He had not, in fact, assembled the entire thing himself, though it was only with a few trusted servants that he brought down the furniture. Apparently, his alicorn mentor appreciated a DIY stallion? Hopefully that is what she meant. In any case, he nodded. "A project for when we sort our current haul out. Heh, did pretty good there, didn't we?" He ventured a grin, pleased that she seemed to agree with the statement... conditionally. "Well, no I don't suppose you did. We all have to start somewhere, though I'll admit this was the first time I'd gotten anywhere." Opportunism was often borne out of desperation, but apparently today's first lesson was to keep it around, even for the better times. Don't leave home without your relics, and always pay some attention to where the dragon is. Right. Upon seeing Ossia begin to shed her accessories, Blueblood raised a brow, thoughts already wandering away from villainy, though not quite away from naughtiness in general. There was just something about her aura, he supposed. "Perhaps... we should take the elevator to somewhere more... comfortable?"
  24. PrinceBlueblood

    Changeling Times[Private: ATTN: Blueblood]

    Chrysalis' tail swished, an amused look filtering through half-lidded eyes as she sized up the two mares before her. The new mare, Raven, had a fairly typical reaction to a pony meeting the Changeling Queen for the first time. Obviously she didn't want to be in front of royalty while shaking in her boots, but a visible (and to Chryssie, tasteable) trepidation still radiated from the broken-horned unicorn. Not unjustified, admittedly, but still; she was obviously the "plus one." The Queen had little intrinsic interest in her for now, but having her with Ice Storm would make the stay of the mare much more... profitable. And there was the possibility of leverage if things went south, but attempting to exploit that bond could turn out disastrously. Speaking of Icy, the teal unicorn had a much more commanding air about her; though how much was real discipline, and how much mere bravado? She knew through agents that the mare had faced danger before, and likely felt little in the way of fear now. Good. "I am glad my work here pleases you; I do try to satisfy all my customers' desires." She couldn't help but wink at Raven as she said this. "And you have much in your life that would make relaxation desirable, I know." How much did Chrysalis know? The Queen would let that question stew in their minds a little bit as she continued. "While my business is important, I wouldn't say that it is in any way urgent. As a courtesy to a guest, why don't you set the first item of our agenda, hm?" A smile spread across her features; not as toothy as most of her grins, aiming to be more enticing than intimidating. Chrysalis was aiming to keep her cards close to her chest, for now, awaiting first play from her guests.
  25. PrinceBlueblood

    Berry Punch and the Quest for the Crystal Goblets! (OPEN)

    With a grin, Berry Punch took up Pinkie's order. "Right you are! One SOGS punch, coming up!" She almost always named her punches after the initials of the fruits involved, though they didn't always make sense, or sound appetizing. Perhaps a sharper marketing mind might have taken her business farther, but then, that might have taken her too far away from this lovely town, and she couldn't have that! All ten of the requested cups of juice were poured into a mixing bowl, stirred in with a few cubes of ice, and then the whole thing was put in front of Pinkie, who in all likelihood would drink straight from the bowl. Berry didn't mind so much; the sweetness-loving pink pony rarely let so much as a drop spill. "There we go. And yes, Miss Toboe, I am her mother. I was with her for most of the night, so I saw to it that she wasn't taken by any ghost or ghoulie!" She giggled, the afterknowledge that all had been a harmless prank let her view the whole incident with amusement. "Anyway, I heard orders for two glasses of wine. Coming up! I think you'll like this one..." Reaching under the counter, she got out a glass decanter holding a dark purple liquid, pulling over the two exquisite crystal glasses that Opal had brought over. "This one is called Mountain Midnight, made from Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, and a bit of Cabernet Franc grapes. Very strong and flavorful, but you have to decant it from the bottle first and let it get a little air; if you just drink it straight off, it's a little rough and bitter. Should be nice and smooth now..." With all the care of a practiced bartender, she filled the two goblets, the room filling with the scent of dark fruits, before pushing them over to Toboe and Tiger. Upon sipping the drink, each would find it to be like smooth velvet sliding over their tongue, bringing an intense, precisely balanced taste of fruit and spice with it.
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